My father took me by the hand
And led me home again;
( He brought me in from sorrow
As you'd bring a child from rain ).
The child's place at the hearth-stone,
The child's place at the board,
And the picture at the bed's head
Of wee ones wi’ the Lord.
It's just a child come home he sees
To nestle at his arm;
( He brought me in from sorrow
As you'd bring a child from harm ).
And of the two of us who sit
By hearth and candle-light,
There's just one hears a woman's heart
Break — breaking in the night.